
Grace is wind:
Blows away chaff with darts of breath,
Beats me with torrential rushes,
Shakes my soul with whirlwinds,
Topples my Tower of Babel.
Bellows in my ear drums,
Messes my hair.
Grace's as insufficient as five loaves and two fish.
Grace is five loaves and two fish:
Meager means feeds five thousand.
Take, bless, brake, give:
Baskets full of leftovers.
Grace's as awe-full as a miracle.
Grace is a miracle:
I never reached for His garment, nor called His name;
My hand struck Him, my breath damned Him.
His body broken;
Mine, healed.
Grace's as cleansing as rain.
Grace is rain:
Breaking clouds above umbrella-ed heads,
Swell into garden and gutter,
Beneath laughing children's feet.
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